Violet
I dried myself roughly and pulled on one of the new dresses Astrid had left, a simple loose dress in a beautiful shade of blue The fabric was finer than anything I had worn before, smooth and cool against my skin.
It fell to my ankles, the hem dragging slightly across the polished floor, but the fit was otherwise perfect. Almost too perfect.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror and paused.
My reflection stared back at me, cheeks still flushed, eyes too bright. And looking like someone who had just woken from an indecent dream about the man whose bed was one door away.
I looked away quickly, my stomach churning with an anxiety and something else I refused to acknowledge.
It was just a dream…
